Humour - In the Paddies (official video) скачать в хорошем качестве

Humour - In the Paddies (official video)

Humour - In the Paddies Directed & produced by Luke Bovill (Instagram - @lukebovill) Pre order our debut album 'Learning Greek' - https://humour.tmstor.es LIVE UPCOTE FARM - 2000 TREES FESTIVAL 12/07/25 MILTON KEYNES - MULTITUDE FESTIVAL 02/08/25 UTRECHT - LOOSE ENDS FESTIVAL 23/08/25 LEEDS - OPORTO 20/11/25 MANCHESTER - YES (BASEMENT) 22/11/25 NOTTINGHAM - BODEGA 23/11/25 BIRMINGHAM - DEAD WAX 25/11/25 MILTON KEYNES - THE CRAUFORD ARMS 27/11/25 LONDON - THE LEXINGTON 28/11/25 BOURNMOUTH - BEARE CAVE 29/11/25 EXETER - CAVERN CLUB 30/11/25 CARDIFF - CLWB IFOR BACH 02/12/25 BRISTOL - EXCHANGE 03/12/25 LIVERPOOL - DISTRICT 04/12/25 NEWCASTLE - ZEROX 05/12/25 GLASGOW - KING TUT’S 06/11/25 TICKETS - https://humourmusic.com/live LYRICS When they ask are you really him? Down there where the water logs There’s no chance to give evidence Nor the depth for it in a song Even songs of experience [couldn’t even cut it no] Making way for another rhyme [not even a proper one] Pushing out what you really meant [borrowing a better thing] Giving up on the better line Giving up on the better line [I can see them there in the] [I can see them there in the] I can see them there, in the paddies Where the flooding kills the grain, And the hobs are out, and they’re many Will nobody swear them in? Let them rest for now I go there with an offering To where they gather in the hope of it The scapegoats and the runaways The despots and apologists Slack jaw Maximilien [blood carpeting the stage, yeah they] The decorated and the gun fodder [they’d come back from the dead for it] John Frith and the Lutherans, [see the travertine swallowing it] The big names and the nobodies. See the travertine swallowing it. [I can see em there in the] [I can see em there in the] I can see them there, in the paddies Where the flooding kills the grain, And the hobs are out, and they’re many Will nobody swear them in? Let them rest for now in the paddies Where the flooding kills the grain, And the hobs are out, and they’re many Will nobody swear them in? I can see them there, in the paddies Where the flooding kills the grain, And the hobs are out, and they’re many Will nobody swear them in? Let them rest for now But in the end he let her face slide from his mind He came back to her sightless Strengthless expressionless Asking only to be washed and burned And his bones wrapped in soft cloths And returned to the ground Written by Humour Produced by Rod Jones at Post Electric Studio Mixed by Rod Jones Mastered by John Webber Follow Humour: Instagram - / humour_music Facebook - / humour-10075.